“Mengmeng, come, let’s continue writing. Today, Mengmeng must learn how to write her name,” Jiang Ning said with a smile.
“Okay, Uncle Jiang! Mengmeng will be very serious!” Mengmeng replied in her soft, childlike voice, full of confidence.
“Good girl, Mengmeng. Let Uncle Jiang explain the meaning behind your name. The top part of the character ‘Meng’ is the grass radical, which means Mengmeng is like little grass, full of life and vitality. The bottom is made of the characters for sun and moon, which together form the word ‘bright.’ It means that Mengmeng will have a brighter tomorrow. So, two ‘Meng’s together, what do you think that means?”
“Hehe, Uncle Jiang, I know! It means that Mengmeng’s tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will both be better!”
“That’s right! You’re so clever.” Jiang Ning couldn’t help but gently pat her innocent and adorable face.
“But Uncle Jiang, why is the top the grass radical and not the flower radical? Mengmeng likes flowers,” she asked curiously.
“Mengmeng, do flowers wither?”
Mengmeng nodded seriously, “Yes.”
“And does grass wither?”
Mengmeng thought about it. She had never seen grass wither, “Uncle Jiang, I don’t think so.”
“Exactly. That’s why Mengmeng will never wither—your tomorrow and the day after will always be good, right?”
“Mm! I understand now! Uncle Jiang, I love my name!” Mengmeng became even more cheerful and fond of her name after Jiang Ning’s gentle explanation.
She put even more effort into writing.
Jiang Ning wrote a stroke, and Mengmeng copied it stroke by stroke.
Eventually, Mengmeng managed to write her name beautifully. It didn’t look like it was written by a three-year-old at all. Jiang Ning’s own handwriting had already reached Grandmaster level, and Mengmeng’s imitation of his writing was better than what many elementary school students could do.
Another hour passed quickly.
“Alright, Mengmeng, take a little break and play by yourself. Uncle Jiang is going to cook dinner now.”
“Okay! Uncle Jiang, you have to make food as delicious as lunch!” Mengmeng licked her lips happily, still savoring the flavors of lunch in her memory.
“Sure.” Jiang Ning nodded, stood up, and walked into the kitchen to start cooking.
There had been too much food left over at lunch. Jiang Ning learned his lesson—Mengmeng and Su Meng’s combined appetite wasn’t even half that of an adult. This time, he used only a small amount of rice. This chapter was copied from novelping . com without permission.
Although he still prepared three dishes, one meat, and one soup, the portions were less than half of what he made at lunch. Every dish was served on a small plate, but he put a lot of effort into the presentation and knife work, making each dish look like a work of art—almost too pretty to eat.
“Mommy! Mommy! You’re back! Mommy, come look! Today, Mengmeng learned to write her own name!” A cheerful voice came from the living room.
Su Meng had returned from work.
“Good girl, Mengmeng.” Su Meng changed her shoes and was pulled to the balcony by Mengmeng.
When she saw the words Mengmeng had written, she was stunned.
“Mengmeng, are you sure you wrote this?” Su Meng picked up the paper and examined it closely.
“Yes! Uncle Jiang taught me to write my name. This one is Uncle Jiang’s writing,” Mengmeng said eagerly, handing her Jiang Ning’s version.
As soon as Su Meng saw Jiang Ning’s handwriting, she was speechless. She hadn’t expected his calligraphy to be so beautiful—at least master level. And Mengmeng’s writing resembled Jiang Ning’s style by about 60%.
“Mengmeng, are you sure Uncle Jiang didn’t help you with this?” Su Meng still found it hard to believe.
“Nope! Uncle Jiang wrote one stroke, and I wrote one stroke right after. I wrote it all by myself! Is it pretty?” Mengmeng looked up with a proud and expectant expression, clearly hoping for praise.
Su Meng instantly understood what Mengmeng wanted and smiled, praising her, “It’s wonderful! Mengmeng, your writing is beautiful!”
“Come on, Mommy, I’ll take you to the playroom. Uncle Jiang organized it so nicely. It’s so neat that I don’t even want to take the toys out to play!” Mengmeng happily grabbed her mother’s hand and led her upstairs.
As soon as Su Meng stepped into the playroom, she was stunned once again.
Each toy was neatly arranged—just like a military parade formation. Every toy stood tall and straight, like little soldiers lined up in perfect order.
How much effort must it have taken to organize this?
Even Su Meng herself didn’t want to touch anything, afraid that once something was moved, she wouldn’t know how to put it back.
She didn’t know that Jiang Ning had spent an entire hour rearranging it over and over to optimize system space.
“Looks like Jiang Ning is someone who really likes cleanliness,” Su Meng thought. Her impression and trust in Jiang Ning increased considerably. She believed that even if she had hired a professional nanny, none would be as efficient as he was.
“Mengmeng, what did Uncle Jiang play with you today?” Su Meng asked curiously.
“This morning, Uncle Jiang played puzzles with me! Oh, Mommy, I’m really good at puzzles now. Don’t believe me? Mix it up and I’ll show you!” Mengmeng handed her a wooden puzzle and covered her face with both hands, peeking through her fingers at the puzzle pieces. Visit novelping . com for the full chapter.
Su Meng didn’t expose her and smiled as she lightly scrambled the puzzle pieces. She then handed it back, “Okay, let’s see how amazing my Mengmeng is.”
Mengmeng took it and pouted, “Mommy, this is way too easy.”
Then, with swift and nimble hands, she finished the puzzle in under thirty seconds.
Su Meng was a little embarrassed.
“Alright then, Mommy will make it harder this time.”
She doubled the difficulty. Though Mengmeng peeked a bit, she still completed it quickly.
But Su Meng wasn’t convinced. After all, Mengmeng was only three years old—with a memory this good and such quick reactions?
She increased the difficulty fivefold. This time, Mengmeng took longer.
Su Meng secretly smirked. “Hmph, let’s see how you handle this, little one. Time to teach you a lesson—puzzles aren’t that easy.”
This difficulty level was something even third-grade students would find confusing. The more they tried, the messier it got.
But ten minutes later…
A little girl’s image appeared perfectly on the puzzle board.
Su Meng was once again shocked. She couldn’t imagine how Jiang Ning had managed to teach Mengmeng to this level in less than a day.
He had taught her to write so well, cooked delicious food, and now this?
She was about to go abroad for three months starting tomorrow, and the more she thought about it, the more at ease she felt.
“So what else did Uncle Jiang play with you today?” Su Meng still wanted to know more.
“In the afternoon, Uncle Jiang told me a story and made me take a nap. After I woke up, he watched cartoons with me, then taught me to draw, played ball with me outside, helped me take a bath, and then we did writing.” Mengmeng scratched the back of her head, trying hard to remember. It all felt like it had happened a long time ago.
“But I haven’t seen your drawings yet.”
“Come on, Mommy, I’ll show you my drawings! They’re really pretty!” Mengmeng proudly grabbed Su Meng’s hand and led her to the elevator.
“Hehe, so does Mengmeng like it when Uncle Jiang plays with you?”
Without hesitation, Mengmeng replied, “Hehe, I do! I really, really like Uncle Jiang. He’s super amazing!”